Wings And Claws Novels & Stories

His beast whimpered as her screams grew louder and louder. He fought hard to free himself from the creatures' claws and reach her. He was able to fling a few of them off of him and soon overpowered the creatures, flinging them away from him and running towards her. She abruptly came to a halt, and two fully grown wings tore themselves from her flesh. The wings were massive, with pure white feathers at the top now stained with ber red blood, and gold specks on the edges. He looked at her with awe in his eyes, admiring her beauty. Her hair was stuck around her face, and she was breathing heavily. She looked at him, her eyes completely white as her hands lifted, and the entire battleground bega

“At the end. Right before you collapsed. From your back came… I don’t even know how to describe it. Shadows that solidified. Two large, dark extensions that spread out behind you like raven wings. Black, sharp-tipped. They lasted a few seconds, then dissolved when you lost consciousness.” Wings. The word hung between us like something neither of us knew how to touch. Black wings. Raven wings. Coming out of my back. “Is that true?” I asked the voice inside. “The wings? Yes. They’re new. Pretty, right? I think they’re growing. Your Lycán’s blood feeds us well.” *Growing?* “What else is going to grow? Horns? A tail?” “Don’t be dramatic. The wings are functional. The claws are functional. Everyt

It’s gone to the point that she can no longer point out which seems possible and which doesn’t. From beneath the blanket of the night, there stood the full moon, glowering over the surface, enhancing its children’s abilities. The ancient monsters, the shapeshifters, were relentlessly at war. Werewolves are monsters that shapeshift into humans to fit into urban society. They act like humans during the day and brawl like the monsters they are during the night. Every full moon, an Alpha howls to the Moon to thank the Moon Goddess for their abilities. But this full moon, the White Claw Pack’s Alpha is nowhere to be seen. Like the ferocious mammals they are, they immediately pounced on the foes a

Skin tore— And wings unfurled. But they weren't white. And not demon-red. They remained black. Yet at the edges... red shimmered. Dust. Tiny, glowing, dancing specks. Like silver on Rea's white wings. For the first time: they belonged together. Kael trembled. His wings weren't entirely of this world— As if they were made not for air, but memory. Woven from pain, choices, fury, and longing. The light pulsed, and the spear shuddered.

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

“The wolves. The pack. Him.” I swallowed hard. “Someone has to.” Her eyes softened, almost mournful. “That’s why you’ll drown for them.” The water reached my knees, warm and bright. My mark began to burn, the silver flaring through my skin like molten light. “I’m not drowning,” I said. Clara smiled again. “You always say that before you do.” The light around her shifted, turning crimson. The water surged between us. I staggered back as her reflection stretched, twisting into shapes too large, too ancient wings, claws, teeth, a goddess made of tide and fury.

“Now, I am walking to that room. I want to see what is behind the locked door.” Clayton walked with his breathing was held and his body bent over to the wall, carefully making unsuspecting movement to the locked and chained up door. He gasped when he heard something behind the door heavily breathed with some growling sounds. Carefully he opened the small window on the door to peek into the room. The scent of damped room blended with the aroma of fresh blood aired the room and what Clayton saw inside was more horrendous…he saw a big creature appeared such kind of a man with his long never shaved hair, long sharp scissors nails on his both hands and a pair of imperfect devil shaped wings on hi

He had on black trousers which were currently around his ankles, and a loose blue hoodie, with slits in the back to allow his wings free, his feet were wide and long with long claws. His hands were also long and had long claw-like fingernails. His wings were leathery and had hooked ‘claws’ on the top joint where they folded back down again. The hair on his head was a thick black line between his horns that ran flat along his scalp, but flicked up at the ends. His eyes were yellow and glowed gently.

Clara's was white with stripes of black, Yvonne's was white with brown stripes. Little mauvie was looking .yeah shes normal human like me. But didn't Clara say I was her child that means I'm supposed to have one. "I know what you're thinking , yeah once a fairy comes back to the land, the wings appear except you take them in when you want to sleep . But while you are out there in the world , the wings go in and only come out when you are in extreme pain and danger. " Clara said smiling "Oh that explains why it came out now. But what about me ?" I asked the question GTA has been eating me up .

The most important thing was that the new clone’s aura looked to be very solid. Being a winged serpent clone, its aura, however, possessed a shred of evilness and its eyes were colder than his. With a thought from Zephyr, the winged serpent clone unfolded the giant wings on its back. The glowing-blue wings were not covered in feathers and looked more like a pair of dragon wings with bizarre patterns on them. With a slight flap of those wings and one could already hear the sound of the air that whistled around it.